This fanfic goes out to my friend, who

thinks that Tasuki is straight..

Well, fine. I'll let her have her way..

Muahahhahahaha – er.. ahem..

Hehehe.. I'm so evil. XD

Anyway.. Fushigi Yuugi and all

Its characters are copyright Yu Watase

(I REALLY hope I spelled that right!)

This isn't for profit.. I'm jus' bein'

My weird, random fic-writin' self

DUN' SUE ME, PLEASE, na no da!! ^^;

Tasuki rolled over in his sleep, hugging his sake bottle a little closer.  He mumbled a little in his sleep, then quieted with a deep sigh.

He and his monk companion were camping out in some unknown forest.  It had been a few years after their big adventure with Miaka and the Suzaku Seishi, and, having nothing better to do, Tasuki had joined Chichiri in his travels.. Even if it meant mysterious, magical forests.

 A spark suddenly shot through Chichiri's kasa.  The monk awoke with a start.

The examined the kasa closely.  A strange,  purple-ish light was growing around it.

            "Must be some sort of disproportion in the magic here, no da.."  Chichiri mumbled to himself as he stretched out his hand toward his hat.

            Contact.

            The flash ran through the kasa to mage's arm, through his entire body, then settled down.

            "Daa…?" Chichiri felt different, somehow.  He lifted his head as a cool breeze ran through his mohawk.  Maybe it was the chill of the night.  He was only wearing boxers, after all.. Though.. the shorts seemed too big for him – the waistband was sliding down one of his hips.  Or maybe it was the extra weight on his.. wait a second.. He looked down.  Chichiri dropped his kasa, and staggered backwards.. He.. he had.. breasts.  What is this, no da?, Chichiri thought to himself..

He stuck one slender leg out in front of him and looked at it. He was a girl.. or at least appeared to be one..

Chichiri let out a sigh of relief when he realized that his body hadn't actually changed physically.  He was only giving off the illusion that he was female..but for the life of him, he couldn't change back.

He let out an exasperated moan. "DAAA!!!"

Tasuki sat up, rubbing his eyes. "What's wrong, 'Chiri?"
            Chichiri sweatdropped and covered his chest with one arm. "D-Don't look up, na no da!"

 …Gods.. Even his voice was feminine..

Tasuki, of course, looked up.  He blinked a few times, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. "What the..?"  He blushed deeply as he took in what was in front of him.  "Who…who..?" He backed up and glanced to Chichiri's empty sleeping bag. "You… What have you done with my friend?" He demanded.

 "N-no.. Tasuki-kun, no da!! It's me!" The monk's hand shot out, uncovering his chest.

Tasuki fell backwards, his nose bleeding.

"DAA! Tasuki-kun.. are you okay, no da?" He ran over to his friend and kneeled beside him, supporting Tasuki's head in his lap.

The bandit's hand flew to his nose, frantically trying to stop the bleeding.  "You..*sniffsniffle* You're.. 'Chiri..? *sniffle-coughHACK*"

Chichiri took off his mask and nodded, trying to look Tasuki seriously in the eyes..

Only.. Tasuki wasn't looking at Chichiri's face..

"Oi, monk-boy.." He said weakly, trying to grin and control his nosebleed at the same time. "Wha'ever happened to ya.. Suzaku let ya get off easy.."

Chichiri sweatdropped. "What do you mean by that, no da..?"

"Look at it this way, 'Chiri.." Said Tasuki, finally looking up. "At least you're not flat-chested.."

The poor monk fainted flat out on the ground.